Album: Silke Bischoff
A lot of trouble the hole nigt through,a lot of tears for me and you
We fight like mad dogs
You throw glasses at the wall,
I say words I shouldn`t say and you run away
A few days later you`re on the phone,
you spend the nights with a friend of mine
and you`re yearning for me
"It`s too late, you`ve made your choice",
I say with tears in my eyes
" So don`t call me again"
Hold me
When I`m coming home at night,an ambulance is in the street
I`m going up the stairs
The door is open, you`re on the floor
A man is coming out to me, saying:
"Too late, she took an overdose"
I run to you, I kiss your face,
look into your broken eyes
and you wisper in my ear:
"Hold me"
And you died in my arms